"I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TONIGHT!"
Two weeks ago, my friend Candi stopped at a United Dairy Farmers location in Dayton, Ohio, for a few quick purchases involving the alcohol, chocolate and tobacco food groups.
One possible way to defeat the writer's block that has plagued my pen for the past five months or so is to purchase at least ten composition books and twenty pens from the Dollar Tree across the street from Sentara Obici Hospital.
On the drive back from The Spits' Richmond show in March 2012, a committee composed of Andrea Rizzo, Sue Panique, Stephen Marsh and me tossed around random names for Marsh's new garage-punk supergroup.
If there's a rock show in Norfolk or Virginia Beach worth attending, you'll most likely see Matt O'Keefe amongst the followers.
Blame it on the glue. The accusation sounds like a lame excuse to get out of doing an assignment, but I swear on the life of Uncle Elmer that it's the absolute truth.
As one of the last acts who performed at The Jewish Mother's encore venue on Laskin Road, Virginia Beach's The Daycations would serve themselves well by playing a final song in the shuttered club's barren parking lot.
Near the end of Main Street in "surprising" Suffolk, VA, there sits a statue of perhaps the most notable connection to the city: Mr. Peanut. The hospital located roughly a mile from me is named in part after Amedeo Obici -- the founder of Planters Peanuts. I've lived in this somewhat sleepy town for over ten years.
"A PORNADO WARNING IS IN EFFECT FOR YOUR AREA!!!"
Shortly before the storm's touchdown, this red-letter, rhetorical announcement was delivered in the firm tone of The Weather Channel's voiceover by yours truly on the deck of The Taphouse Grill on June 15, 2013.
Right now, the biggest sensation in music has little to do with a stinging guitar riff or pounding drum beat. Pharrell Williams' oversized hat has been the star of the two most self-congratulatory gatherings in entertainment.